Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions
Part: 27 of 40
Universe: The Pact
Summary: The boys hatch a plan to energize the football team using their
excess feminine resources -- but they stumble onto something dark in the
process...
Content: MF mFf mF oral voy ir

The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions

Chapter 27

	When Toby got back to the clubhouse, it was to turn right around and
go for Rico.  "Now I know how Randy feels," he grumbled good-naturedly as he
headed out.

	Maddie grabbed Hank and pulled him into the guest room -- and the
presence of her mother.  "So," Marta murmured, eyeing him, "You are...?"

	"Hank," Hank replied, carefully leaving out his last name.

	"And you and my daughter are...?"

	"Dating?" Hank filled in tentatively.

	"You were sleeping together last night," Marta pointed out.

	"Yeah -- that's sleeping, not..." Hank retorted.

	Marta just looked at him.  Hank flashed a look at Maddie -- and got
nothing.  "What's your point?  She needed someone to be with."

	"She did not pick you out of a hat," Marta said positively, "did
she?"

	"No."

	"You were the one who brought these people," Marta's wave took in the
household, "night before last?"

	"I may have been," Hank said cautiously, "and I may not.  Why?"

	"You may have saved our lives."

	"Yes."

	"Why?"

	"When I saw what he'd done to her before..."  Hank's hands balled
into fists.  "I couldn't let that happen again."

	"You have been described to me as my daughter's boyfriend.  Is this
so?"

	"I...  Yes."

	"For how long?"

	"Not long.  Since Monday."

	"And you risk your life riding to our rescue, and involve all of
these people..."

	"She's worth it to me.  You're worth it.  Pietro is worth it," Hank
declared.

	"But mostly, Madeline is worth it," Marta insisted, watching him
closely.  "Do I ask you again about sleeping together?"

	Hank looked stubborn.  "You can ask."

	Marta shifted her attention to Maddie.  "Daughter, are you sleeping
with this young man?"

	Maddie eyed her mother for a moment, then glanced at Hank before
replying, "Yes."  She turned to Hank.  "Mama has to know -- for her own
protection."

	"That stuff isn't going to happen any more," Hank insisted.

	Marta cocked her head.  "How are you going to stop it?"

	"By being there."

	"My husband will not tolerate strange boys sleeping under his roof,"
Marta predicted.

	"He'll tolerate what he's told to tolerate," Hank insisted.

	"My husband is like a spider," Marta said gravely.  "I've watched him
scheme and weave his webs, bringing down his enemies unexpectedly."

	Hank's mouth was a tight line.  "We have our own weapons," he assured
her.  "We'll be putting them on display for him, so he knows we're not
bluffing." He paused.  "It would help if you assisted us."

	"Against my husband?  That is traitorous, don't you think?"

	"You haven't owed him anything for a long time, I'll bet," Hank
replied.  "Go look in the mirror if you don't believe me."

	"The church says..."

	"The church hasn't helped you!" Hank grated.  "They probably know --
and they sweep it under the rug!  Look at the price you're paying!  Do you
think you're a martyr or something?  When will it be too much?  When he's
killed one of you?"

	Marta rocked back in her bed.  "He won't..." she said uncertainly.

	"He almost DID!  You know it!  And he was getting worse, wasn't he?"
Hank accused.

	"Yes," Marta admitted.  "Perhaps you are right.  What would you have
me do?"

	"Keep an eye on him.  Report anything suspicious.  It's for your own
protection!" Hank insisted.

	"To you?"

	"I'll be the only one visible," Hank replied.  "We will want to keep
everyone else's identities secret."  His eyes swept to Maddie, providing a
nonverbal warning.

	"You put yourself in danger."

	"Yes."  Hank replied.  "There are benefits, though."  His eyes sought
out Maddie's again.

	"How long do you expect this to last?"  Marta's wave indicated that
'this' was Hank's and Maddie's relationship.

	"A while," Hank shrugged, "Until it's over.  Frankly, I'd like to be
able to say forever -- but that would be expecting too much."

	Marta eyed the boy.  There was much that was grown up about him.  She
could see that he was smitten -- but that he was realistic about it.  "Am I
to give you my approval?"

	"That would be nice," Hank replied, "but, if necessary, we will go
forward without it.  We've gotten this far..."  He eyed her.  "Of course, if
you don't, it will probably doom us eventually."

	"Mama..." Maddie said carefully.

	"All right, all right!" Marta waved away the confrontation.  "It
isn't as if you haven't earned it."  Marta watched her daughter flow into the
boy's arms as if she was made to be there.  "How did you do this, anyway?
Madeline and boys..."

	Hank shrugged.  "When she had to, she discovered that we aren't so
bad after all."

	"YOU aren't so bad!" Maddie corrected him.  "Some of the others..."
She shuddered.

	"Randy's bark is worse than his bite," Hank assured her -- but his
eyes told her they needed to take the conversation elsewhere.  He looked up
at Marta.  "Right now, your husband is in pretty poor shape -- mentally, at
least.  He just had a visit from a couple of guys who made him an offer he
couldn't refuse, if you know what I mean."

	Marta blinked and cocked her head.  "I don't."

	Hank pursed his lips.  "You might not want to."

	"I seem to have changed my mind about that," Mart replied gravely.
"Could you send in whichever of my nurses is here?"

	"Yes, Ma'am."  Hank took Maddie by the hand and led her out.

	Louise was in the kitchen with Candace -- and Pietro, who was eating
a sandwich like he hadn't been fed in days.  For some reason, nobody had ever
bothered to mask themselves around Pietro.  "Mrs. Vasquez wants to see you,"
Hank related solemnly.

	"Why?" Louise asked, puzzled.  Obviously, from Hank's demeanor,
something was up...

	"I think I convinced her that she needs to help keep her husband
collared," Hank told her.

	"Okay, well..."  Louise and Candace exchanged glances.  "Time to put
the damned masks back on."

	Louise took the lead.  "I understand you want to see us," she said
when they'd returned to Marta's presence.

	"Yes," Marta nodded.  "I'm beginning to realize that if I bury my
head in the sand, it endangers me and my family.  But I need to know more
about who you are and what you are doing.  I'm not sure I can trust you and
your results if I don't see them."

	"What do you want to know?" Louise said calmly.

	"I've seen a number of people.  This isn't a small group, and you
didn't come together just to stop my husband.  Who are you?" Marta asked.

	Louise eyed Candace for a long time.  Obviously this was a sensitive
subject.  But Marta STILL didn't know who they were or where she was.  "I
guess you would say we're a sex club, Baby."

	"I've seen a lot of young people..." Marta mused.

	Louise nodded.  "Yes.  There are two groups who tend to suffer from a
lack of sex more than others -- young men and older women.  The original
group charter, if you will, brought those two groups together.  Along the
way, there have been, um, acquisitions of older males and younger women,
usually for very specific reasons -- but young people -- especially young
males -- are the backbone of the group."

	"Is my daughter an... acquisition?" Marta asked.

	"I don't know if we want to really get into that," Louise replied.
"You realize that our existence is a secret and must stay that way.  Each
member has good reason to keep the identity of the group and it's members
secret.  We really don't have that kind of hold on you."  Maddie was present,
as was Hank.  Louise gave her a pointed glance.

	"All right," Marta nodded.  "Can I have more detail on what you have
been doing?"

	Louise pursed her lips.  "Since sex is a big part of the group and
since we are limited in what we can do in the way of physical injury, most of
what we've been doing is either to provide discomfort, deprivation, or sexual
abuse."

	"And has it been successful?" Marta asked.

	"Well, right now, he's certainly tractable," Louise replied.  "We
think that part of his problem is with some sexual inadequacies he has --
he's been over-compensating.  We can't fix the problem, so we're in the
process of showing him that the things he's been doing are coming back to
haunt him.  Abuses he's unloaded on others, for instance -- we've been
showing him how it is to BE fucked or abused, rather than being the one
delivering the abuse.  He knows all of this, anyway -- we figure that taunts
and abuse he took as a child caused his little Napoleon act -- so I don't
think he's surprised.  He knows he really deserves it -- which is a powerful
weapon for us."

	"Can you be more specific?"

	"We can show you if you like.  He's had devices fit in his anus and
around his penis, for instance, to both provide him discomfort and sexual
stimulation.  The frustration works on him.  He's been directly abused orally
and anally," Louise supplied.

	"Can you go into detail about these... inadequacies?" Marta asked.

	Louise cocked her head and assumed a crooked smile.  "Surely, Baby,
you're aware that he's not gifted in the cock department..."

	Marta blinked.  "Excuse me?"

	Louise and Candace shared a glance.  "He's a good inch short of
normal, Honey," Candace said -- her first entry into the conversation.  "In
fact, given the quality of the local talent around here, he's got the
smallest cock I've seen in some time!"

	"I... see..." Marta murmured, rocked.  Fernando had always seemed so
proud of his manhood...

	"We figure that, knowing that he's sexually inadequate, he's been
taking his revenge on others over it," Louise supplied.  "You really didn't
know?"

	"Fernando is the only man I ever..." Marta said slowly.

	Louise nodded.  "Then you wouldn't, of course."  'Sheltered Hispanic
women...' she thought, shaking her head.  "Baby, he's subjugated you
physically and other women at least symbolically any time he can.  One of the
big things we've done is show him he's not much of a man -- that's ongoing --
but it helps any time we can get a woman in on it.  We've managed a couple of
things, and they've gone well -- but if he knew you were watching him or had
seen the things he's been doing, the obvious implication would be that you
would have lost respect for him.  If he were stronger, he might be moved to
do something drastic -- but right now, the fight is all drained from him and
it just adds to the load.  If you were to actually participate in some manner
-- again, it would be dangerous if he had any fight in him, but it would be
crushing to him right now."

	"Is there a chance he might suicide?"

	Louise frowned.  "It could happen.  I'm not sure how you might feel
about such a thing.  If it were me in your situation I might welcome it."

	"It's a sin," Marta mused, blank-faced.

	"So is what he's been doing to you."

	Toby stuck his head through the door, suitably masked.  "What's going
on?"  The emotions roiling around in the room had attracted him as soon as he
arrived.  "Your guest is here," he added to Louise.

	"Marta wanted to know more about what we're doing," Candace supplied
while Louise nodded.  "She's come to realize that she's safer if she works
with us."

	It was a good deal less certain than that -- Toby could tell.  Marta
had a serious fear of her husband, reinforced by many years worth of
interaction.  She needed to see Fernando as others saw him - a poser, a
bully, and a coward.  She needed to see him grovel; once she did, and
realized that he really COULD be tamed, she would be able to overcome her
fear -- in fact, she would probably start looking toward revenge!  There was
something else there, too -- frustration -- and the surprising claim that she
may have been deprived...  "I think she should see the most recent video," he
announced.  "I'll set it up..."  He was off like a shot.

	Louise and Candace shared a surprised glance, then turned to Marta.
"Is that okay?" Louise asked.

	"For me -- not for my children," Marta replied.

	"I've seen it," Hank announced.  "I'll take Maddie and Pietro out
back.  We can hang out on the patio or swim or something."

	"Thank you," Marta responded, glancing at Maddie.  It was a clear
dismissal.  Hank led Maddie out.

	The group adjourned to the living room.  Louise asked Toby where Rico
was with her eyes and got pointed downstairs.  "Have you got this, Baby?" she
asked Candace, who nodded.  Damian wandered in from the kitchen and asked
"What's goin' on?"  Louise collected him and told him he needed to mask
himself and Alyssa if he wanted to be in the room for the Vince and Eddie Ray
replay; Damian nodded and hustled downstairs to get masks -- he didn't want
to miss THAT!

	Toby deliberately fast-forwarded the video clip past the initial few
moments in which Fernando did what little struggling he managed to accomplish
and moved it to the point where he had given up and was sucking Vince and
Eddie Ray's cocks.  Then he started the video and moved away and settled in
-- like everyone else -- to watch its effect on Marta.

	The initial response was shock!  There, on the screen -- a big screen
-- was Fernando, kneeling on the floor with a cock in either hand, sucking!
Marta rocked under the impact -- was Fernando actually homosexual?  Secondary
to that was size -- both of the young males were noticeably bigger than
Fernando.  The women were right -- Fernando wasn't gifted, apparently.  Even
though at that moment he was visibly shrunken and limp, Marta knew what he
had...  Fernando was sucking those cocks like a pro, shifting back and forth
between them...  The boys called him names, acting like he was a woman,
teasing and tormenting and humiliating him while he worked diligently at the
degrading act...

	Marta glanced around; a young black male had entered the room,
followed by a somewhat heavyset black girl.  He slipped up behind Marta's
remaining nurse and slid a hand beneath her top; instead of erupting in
outrage, she sighed and leaned back against him while he fondled a breast.
The black girl came up behind him and rubbed herself against him and he
slipped a hand into her crotch, tracing the line of her labia -- and his eyes
were on Marta.  Marta looked away, returning her attention to the video in
embarrassment -- as if the video wasn't embarrassing enough!

	Louise, still masked, met Rico downstairs.  "What's goin' on?" Rico
asked.

	"Like I told you, Baby, things are wild around here right now,"
Louise whispered after shushing him.  "We've got a guest behind the curtain
over there."

	"Okay..." Rico shrugged.

	"Come here, Baby."  Louise dragged Rico toward the playroom couch.
"I hope I'm okay..."  She took his hand and slid it under her scrub blouse;
she'd removed her bra on the way over.

	Rico took in a handful of somewhat saggy flesh with a good-sized nub
on it.  "This is good...  What's up?"

	"We got into something -- something deep," Louise related.  "You
might not want to know."

	"You said somethin' about me bein' a member," Rico muttered.  "Maybe
I should hear."

	Louise nodded and related the situation in whispers, ending with, "So
he's tied up in there, asleep, and his wife is upstairs watching him get used
as a fuck toy."

	Rico snorted.  "Cool!"

	"Want to go upstairs and watch the fun?"

	"I thought you'd never ask!"

	Louise smiled and took Rico by the hand, leading him to their
dwindling mask supply.  "Best to keep you safe from being recognized, Baby."

	"Sure."  Rico let Louise fit the mask and lead him to the inside
stair -- but on the way, he tugged her hand.  Louise nodded and let him lead
her over to the curtain and look behind it.  There lay Fernando, wasted,
snoring quietly.  Rico shook his head and let Louise lead him upstairs.

	The return of her black nurse was another welcome distraction for
Marta - until she started looking around.  The woman had brought a muscular
Hispanic with her -- and he was delving under her scrub top regularly while
she leaned back against him.  The black woman came forward, "Can we use a
hunk of the couch?"  Marta nodded wordlessly and the man seated himself on
the couch arm -- and the black woman settled on his lap.  Marta heard a quiet
moan and turned to look at the trio that included the black boy, the black
girl, and her white nurse; both women had their tops off and the black girl
was moving her hand over a sizeable bulge in the boy's sweatpants.  The boy
grinned at Marta and moved the three of them closer.  Marta hurriedly turned
her head back but they kept coming until Candace's hands were on the back of
the couch.  Alyssa settled in on Candace's right, which put her very close to
Marta -- who moved right, but couldn't go far due to Louise and Rico, who
were there on the arm to her right.  The only person in the room not in close
proximity to Marta was the dark-haired boy with the eyeglasses over his mask;
he just stood where he could watch it all, smiling.

	There was sex on the screen and sex in the room -- not yet a total
orgy, but the clouds hung heavy in the air.  Marta tried to concentrate on
the video, but THAT didn't help -- Fernando was sucking avidly while one of
the boys played with his nipple as though he were a woman.  The room was
saturated with sex -- more sex by several orders of magnitude than Marta had
ever been exposed to -- and Fernando muttering that he liked having his
nipples played with on video was icing on the cake of breast displays to
Marta's left and right.  Marta masturbated regularly -- Fernando almost never
brought her to orgasm by any means -- and the urge to slide her fingers under
the robe and the waistband of her panties to rub the swollen lips of her sex
was unbearable!

	There was a gasping moan to her left; Marta tore her eyes away from
the screen.  The black boy stood between his two women, a pointed cones of
the white nurse's breasts on his left side and the fat round globes of the
black girl's on his right.  Both women were half-turned toward him, leaning
on one arm.  The sweatpants were gone, revealing an impressive length of
hard, black cock; Marta had never seen anything so huge in person, although
it appeared that the boys downstairs were as large.  The musk from him was
intoxicating.  The girl was stroking his shaft, masturbating him, while the
white woman massaged his heavy balls.  The boy's hands were not in sight, but
there were soft, wet sounds coming from where both women's privates were
located...

	To her right, the black nurse panted something in her partner's ear;
what it must have been was pretty clear from their actions, since she stood
and whipped her top over her head and bent to step out of her scrub bottoms
while he hopped up and thrashed his way out of his jeans.  A moment later, he
settled back down on the couch arm and the woman backed up to him, her legs
spread; Marta, paralyzed and fascinated, watched as the woman reached between
her legs to open droopy labia and settled onto the man's cock!

	Marta couldn't move -- she couldn't breathe!  Everything had gotten
out of hand!  She shifted her attention back to the screen with a tremendous
effort -- only to watch her husband swallow semen from one of the boys to
taunts about it being his dinner and admonishments to do a good job!  She
started to shake...

	Hands descended upon her shoulders -- hands that brought calm without
reducing her arousal.  The dark-haired boy leaned over the back of the couch
next to her and breathed, "Relax and enjoy it.  Do what you need to do -- no
one will say anything."  The hands rubbed her shoulders for a moment, then
slid slowly down her chest -- and Marta let it happen -- she needed it too
badly not to!  When they settled on her aching breasts, all she could do was
whimper.  "Watch the video," the voice directed, and Marta turned to it
avidly, no longer distracted by the sex around her -- and unaware that she
was being manipulated.  Lips brushed her neck and breathed hotly in her ear
in a way that Fernando never had -- even when they were courting -- and she
melted.  One of the roaming hands left her left breast and slid down her
front, into the now gaping opening of her robe, and under her high-waisted
panties -- and Marta held her breath waiting for the fingers to slide over
her furry mons and find the pleasure-giving bump at the top of her womanhood
while she watched one of the muscle-bound boys move his fingers in and out of
her husband's rectum.  When the fingers got there, they were better than she
ever imagined -- knowing, certain, sure in their movements and unerring in
their efforts to bring her pleasure.  Two dove into the depths of her
womanhood while the thumb rubbed her pleasure bump.  Her broken ribs and nose
hurt from panting, but she couldn't stop -- and somehow the pain just added
itself to the pleasure.  In mere moments, she lost control, wailing and
throwing her head back, arching against the couch while the pleasure
inundated her again and again until she thought she MUST pass out -- but the
fingers backed off and allowed her to retain her consciousness, if not her
sanity.

	She never totally came down; the waves carried her back out on the
sea of pleasure without ever approaching the shore -- and the next tsunami
engulfed her as the boy working on Fernando's ass slid his cock into her
husband.  It was like he was fucking her -- and doing SO much better than
Fernando ever had!  She watched, entranced, as her husband began responding
to the cock inside him in ways that indicated that he was obtaining pleasure
from it.  Then the other boy slid his lips over Fernando's manhood and he
screamed out an orgasm, causing the other boy to cum in his ass!  Marta rode
with them to her third peak and fell back, exhausted -- but still rapt in the
video.

	Toby hadn't really intended to seduce Marta and start an orgy -- but
if anyone ever needed seduction, it was Marta!  She was overdue for some joy
-- years overdue -- and Toby just couldn't resist.  Manipulating Rico or
Damian wasn't necessary -- all he had to do was put a lid on the women's
inhibitions, and the party was on!  Marta's repression made her ravenously
needy and hungry -- Toby was afraid she would injure herself during orgasm
they were so strong!  Now that she was exhausted, he undressed and circled
the couch to sit beside her.

	Easing up on her compulsion, he allowed her to notice his erection --
and got a gasp of astonishment from her when she detected it.  Marta eyed the
thing in wonder -- it was nearly TWICE the size of Fernando's!  Guilty
thoughts about how wonderful it would feel inside her invaded her brain,
making it difficult to think -- and she HAD to touch it!  "May I?" she asked,
eyeing it in wonder.

	"Sure."

	It was hot and hard and pulsing a bit -- alive!  She slid her hands
up and down the shaft, feeling it -- enjoying the never before imagined size
of it.

	Toby didn't want her to miss anything, so he prompted her to shift
her attention back to the video while jacking him.

	Marta watched the boy who had sucked her husband off move his mouth
to Fernando's -- and she knew instinctively what he did with the contents.
It was hot -- hotter than anything she'd ever done with Fernando!  She
couldn't imagine feeding him his own seed -- yet there he was, swallowing it!
Then the boys swapped places and the boy who had sucked Fernando got his
reward for it, taking his pleasure from her husband's ass while Fernando
masturbated and sucked the other boy's cock.  Marta would never have believed
that Fernando would do any of these things -- but there he was...  She
watched Fernando go to his hands and knees while the first boy to fuck him
again went at his ass, this time from behind, while the other boy slid under
him and played with Fernando's manhood and Fernando delivered another
blowjob.

	The scene ended with Fernando stretched out on a mat on the floor,
handcuffed to some wooden thing -- and Marta came slowly out of her daze.
She was masturbating a boy -- just a boy -- but a boy with a huge cock!
Apparently, the nurses were not kidding when they talked about the needs of
young boys...  Still, this was a sin, wasn't it?  Yes, it was certainly a
sin...  So why didn't she stop?  Maybe the priest would forgive her...  Oral
sex, though -- THAT would be a sin.  Of course, Fernando had just committed
that sin how many times?  Three?  Four?  Not to mention the sodomy!  After
what he'd done...

	Marta, of course, had seen no indication of coercion at any point.
Now, even if everyone swore that Fernando had been coerced, a part of her was
not going to be able to believe it.  Everything Fernando did from the moment
the video started appeared to be purely voluntary -- and that made him an
adulterer -- with MEN!

	Everyone in the room seemed to be having sex but Marta and the dark-
haired boy -- and she had been gifted with several orgasms from the dark-
haired boy's fingers.  Surely, she owed him...  Looking around, she saw that
the black nurse was now bent over the couch arm.  You couldn't miss the fact
that she was enjoying herself -- she tended to talk about it!  The black boy
had both the white nurse and the young black girl bent over and he was taking
turns fucking them and occasionally giving the one he was fucking a swat on
the ass.  He looked up at Marta and grinned, then nodded at the dark-haired
boy's cock with his head.  Marta stopped worrying about the consequences and
rolled her lips over the pulsing purplish head.

	Sucking Fernando's manhood -- such as it was -- didn't adequately
prepare Marta for the monster in her mouth -- but she DID know the basics and
took joy in applying them.  She shifted to the floor, going to her knees, and
for a while her world was defined by his shaft and his puff of pubic hair and
his dangling balls in her hand and the sounds of the others in the room
having wet, sloppy, urgent sex.  The black nurse called her lover 'Baby' and
the white one kept saying things like, "Fuck Mama HARD!" and calling the
black boy 'Honey'; the young black girl merely grunted urgently -- but you
knew it when she had an orgasm -- Marta heard it twice before the mighty rod
between her lips stiffened to steely hardness and pulsed out jets of seed.

	Habit made Marta swallow -- then she found herself wondering if THAT
was a sin; no doubt it was, but she was beyond caring.  At some point, the
black nurse and her lover had finished and collapsed onto the couch; the
black boy, probably because he was moving back and forth, wasn't done when
Marta staggered up and sat down on the couch arm. "I have sinned," she
muttered without any emotion.

	"God will forgive you, Baby," Louise panted.  "You're way behind the
front-runner."  She pointed at the TV.

	"Yes," Marta agreed listlessly.  If this was sin, she was lost -- she
was going to do it again -- and worse.

	"Let me take you back to bed," Toby offered.  Marta accepted the help
gratefully; she'd used a LOT more energy than she had available!  Toby got
her back to bed and out of her robe and made to leave -- but Marta patted the
bed.  "Stay with me -- please?"  Toby knew why, and knew it had nothing to do
with weakness -- Marta wanted a man to snuggle up to, and he had it all over
her husband.

	"All right."  Still nude, he climbed up onto the bed.

	That wasn't good enough; Marta wanted him under the covers -- and
said so, adding "Please?"

	"I've been in trouble with older women already," Toby told her.  "I'm
not going to let you get ideas about a relationship."

	"I know," Marta murmured, "but..."

	"Take off your nightgown -- I'm going to want to play with your
breasts," he told her.  Marta sat up and threw the gown off over her head.
She had nice breasts -- a little heavy, brown-tipped, pendulous -- something
to hold in your hand and rub and squeeze gently.  Toby palmed one, hefting it
and Marta looked away embarrassed -- but he knew she was pleased.

	"I have to rest," she said quietly.

	"Can you lie on your side?" Toby asked.

	"Yes."  Marta composed herself on her left side.  Toby spooned up
behind her, putting his cock in the crack of her ass and putting a hand
across under her ribs, avoiding the bandages, to collect her left breast;
being a little bit short helped him avoid the ribs.  "How's this?"

	"Fine."  It was perfect; she drifted off to sleep in under three
minutes.  Toby thought about leaving, but her torpor was infectious and he
drifted off, himself.